The 12 Days of Wibblemas
Shock and horror, I'm actually taking charge. Let's see if we can start nutting this out.
This section is going to be for the 12 separate entries, the do-what-you-wish entries (can be long, short, art, story, poetry, music, video, necromancy, you get the idea). Comment here to grab a day, and we'll have the beginnings of a logical order. :)
Day 1 - December 25 - Randi
Day 2 - December 26 - Zanaku
Day 3 - December 27 - Flexer
Day 4 - December 28 - daymon
Day 5 - December 29 - Maeson
Day 6 - December 30 - Bufi
Day 7 - December 31 - Stormy
Day 8 - January 1 - Matthew
Day 9 - January 2 - Lucian
Day 10 - January 3 - AL13N
Day 11 - January 4 - Hammermeister
Day 12 - January 5 - Al
On the first day of Wibblemas a Wibbly gave to me...
The True Meaning of Wibblemas
by Miranda Sparks
Be sure to check here for the audio adaption read aloud by yours truly with special effects by Allen. Merry Christmas, Wibbly Press!
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Settle down, dear reader, for
I know you're getting listless:
To hear the weary tale of how
the Wibblys all saved Christmas!
Our tale does start so far away
in a land both frozen and cold:
in a house once so bright and merry,
but now broken and old!
Which is where our heroes come,
or protagonists at least:
stolen away from coffee, friends
and a family Christmas feast!
Their appearance was so sudden and
without due invitation:
and a Glimmer Girl in costume meant
a dire situation!
Stef Mimosa searched around
for an answer to her quibble:
though when she found no answers
she then cowered down and wibbled!
Jubilee reached for her gun
but found she was unarmed,
then prayed she didn't need it to
come out of this unharmed!
“What the hell?” the hero gasped
for she was slightly rattled:
“Did you do this?” she asked the others
and psyched herself for battle!
The spy meanwhile prepared to move
in case things did go sour
with the girl in brightly colored tights
who seemed to hold much power!
While in the corner there did crawl
Stef, the nervous rookie,
who watched the conflict silently
then said “require: cookie.”
“I didn't do this,” Jubes protested
and made sure to show no fear.
“I was with Achilles a moment ago,
now I'm suddenly standing here!”
“What was that?” Stef did ask
from her place against the wall
for she and the others had heard a crash
coming from down the hall...
The trio moved now silent,
towards the noise they did approach:
For there they would either find their host
or a loud mutant cockroach!
I don't like this, came the voice
that lived inside Stef's head;
“I don't either,” Spyder remarked
and shared her other's dread!
Jubilee inched closer t'wards
the aged wooden door;
and pushed it open with a groan
revealing Santa on the floor!
Glimmer Girl raced to his side,
the other two took stock,
for the merry man was obviously dead
and such news was quite a shock!
“This is a dream! It isn't real,”
the spy did then remark;
although she couldn't wake herself,
and she was still stranded: “fuck!”
And then appeared a spectral vision
(as if it couldn't get creepier)
of silver hair and a shining sickle,
of death, a grim reaper!
“Oh my god,” the trio gasped
fearing their time had come;
though the reaper signaled she had something to say
before her work was done!
“This is the body of Saint Nick
that lies before you here.
The spirit of the season passed,
halting the world's cheer!
“Though there is a way you can restore
the joy this world does lack;
which is why you have been summoned here,
so you can bring him back!”
The trio stood in shock and awe
not sure of what to do;
Death said they must do something
but what they didn't have a clue!
“How 'bout a séance?” the hero asked,
reasoning “what's the harm?
There's no reason it won't work for us,
I mean it does for the girls on Charmed!”
The other two did glare at her,
the air was suddenly tense,
as they judged the hero harshly for
the pop culture reference!
“Maybe she's right,” Jubilee said,
“A séance is our best bet;
There's not much else we can really do
with a guy who's already dead!”
Gathering round the bloated corpse
the three did then hold hands,
and recited then as best they could
a rhyme to raise him from the damned!
“Father Christmas, old Saint Nick,
won't you listen to our call?
For this world is calling out to you
to spread your joy to all!”
The smell of sulfur filled the air
as fire raged all around
and the earth did tremble and did shift
for the Devil underground!
“You're not Santa!” Stef declared
and trembled in her place,
then required a cookie when what she'd wanted
was actually a can of mace!
“What do you want?” Glimmer Girl asked
and was ready for a fight,
while the unconcerned Beelzebub
took out a cigar and light.
“Christmas is what people want,
and not about the needs
of those who are less fortunate,
not when there's such delicious greed!
“Good or bad, it matters not,
because there is no list.
It's a superstition! Meaningless, and...!
Well, you get the gist.”
“But where's the spirit of Santa Claus?”
the hero did beseech.
“It was a jolly fat man and not Satan
that we'd wanted to reach!”
The Devil laughed, said “I am he!”
and continued to explain;
“Santa's one of my guises,
we are one and the same!”
It took a while for them to grasp
a statement so controversial;
though it certainly explained what Christmas was,
a season gone commercial!
With nary a thought to the shock
of his revelation,
Satan Claus took to the sky
without further hesitation!
“Ho ho ho!” he roared aloud
echoing in the night,
chilling our fair heroes' bones
with uneasiness and fright!
Having unleashed Satan on the world
Stef said “that's just our luck.
Now we know what this holiday means!”
That is that “Christmas is kind of fucked!”
THE END
The second day of Wibblemas...RTW: Will
December 24th, 1854|London|
Snow fell on the city of London. It covered the streets, the houses, all was blanketed in a cool white. Children ran around the legs of older citizens, throwing snowballs, shouting, generally causing disruption. The high gentlemen and women turned up their noses, walking with as much grace as possible through the deep snow, ignoring to the best of their ability, the detestable youth.
One figure, however, stood out from the crowd, despite her relatively plain attire.
She wore a long, trailing black cloak. A black that, if you were to focus on it, would make you feel like you were about to be pulled into its depths, never to return. Around her slim waist was tied a rope, somewhat reminiscent of a monk robe's belt. Her hood was pulled back, letting her long, flowing black hair to trail behind her form, dancing lightly in the breeze. Her pale skin accentuated her features, thin lips, and eyes that seemed to shine a deep azure.
She moved elegantly amongst those around her, and had no difficulty in the snow. One could almost surmise that she was floating above the ground, for she left no discernible footprints. She turned off the main street, walking up the steps to a grand house on the corner.
Moving a hand over the lock, there was a click, and the door swung open before her. She stepped inside.
Drifting through the beautifully furnished corridors, she did not look around her. She was focused. On a mission. Up a flight of stairs, and into a main bedroom she went.
A large ebony wood bed lay before her. And in the bed, there was a person. An old woman. She appeared to be sleeping. The figure walked over to the bedside. She raised a hand above the woman's body, and the room shimmered. Azure light snaked upwards, catching a finger.
As it did, the life energy of the woman rose from its mortal bindings, sitting up, and raising itself from the bed. It shimmered, and took a form that was almost identical to that of its body, if slightly translucent. It spoke.
'I am dead, am I?' it queried, somewhat bluntly. Death smiled.
'My dear lady, 'tis only because you did not cover yourself in ample blankets that I stand before you tonight. Come with me, now' she replied, putting an arm around the shoulders of the spirit. They passed through a blinding white gate, that seemed to materialise out of nothing on the far side of the room.
Now they stood in a vast, open meadow. Birds flew in the sky, and there was a light spring breeze, blowing the petals of a blooming cherry tree across the horizon. Death turned to her charge, still smiling.
'You now live on, wherever it is your heart wished you to be.' She said, stepping back from a younger, very much alive, woman. She turned away, passing through the gate. Her job was completed.
Many more died that day, and all were escorted personally by Death to their next destination. Today was a day off for her dear Reapers. They had earned it.
As the clock struck for midnight, Death noted that it was time for her final reap. She wandered through the mostly empty streets, until she reached the place she had been searching for. Upon the steps leading up to one of the houses that lined the road, there was a tiny body.
It was curled up, silent, unmoving. Cold. The boy could not be more than about the age of three. He had not even begun his life, and yet there he lay. Within his form the azure light of his life force quivered excitedly.
Death stepped forward, reaching out for it. Just as she was about to touch it, however, something surprised her. Her hand was pushed backwards, somewhat violently, by an unseen force. Perplexed, she reached out once more, only to be met with even greater resistance. She looked down.
The light within the child was shaking, thrusting tendrils of itself outwards defensively, as if protecting its vessel. Death was sure if it had a voice it would no doubt be growling.
She tried to grab it, this time, but again and again she was resisted. Such willpower from such a small life... It was fascinating.
She laughed. Such vigour and resolve must be rewarded, especially on Christmas day.
She ceased her efforts to take the spirit of the child, and reached into the depths of her robes. From within, she drew a large leather bag, bound by string. It was embroidered with intricate runes and illustrations. With her other hand, she focused upon the boy before her, and caught the hourglass that phased into existence. There was no sand flowing, but that would soon be remedied. She undid the ties on the bag, and tipped its opening into the top of the hourglass. Sand began pouring into the container, sparking blue against the sand already within.
When the bottom bulb had completely filled, Death replaced the top of the hourglass, and returned the bag of sand to within her robes.
She held the hourglass out to the light. It danced around it, hesitantly probing it with tendrils. It then suddenly snatched it with tiny human-like hands, pulling it within its mass. It glimmered brighter than before, and there was the wail of a very cold child.
Death lifted the body tenderly, and carried it down the road.
She walked for a good ten minutes, stopping at the front door of one of the largest and most extravagant buildings in the area. It was owned by a very, very rich couple, who, Death knew, could not bear children. She smiled. Two gifts in one sitting. How amusing.
She set the child down on the doorstep, and summoned a quill, and parchment. She willed the quill to write as she commanded.
“Receive this gift of child on the morn of Christmas day, and cherish him above all else. Season's Greetings, to you.” she scribed, and placed the parchment in the folds of the child's scant clothing. She paused, thinking for a moment.
She then reached once more into her robes, and drew out a chain of some fantastically shining metal. Attached to it was a tiny ornament, an hourglass. The bulbs were crafted from the finest sapphires one could imagine, and it sparkled in the moonlight.
She bent down, and placed the chain gently around the child's neck. Instinctively, tiny hands reached up, and grasped it.
Death smiled once more, standing upright, and knocking heavily upon the door. She waited a moment, shifting herself from the view of mortal eyes.
A rather flustered and tired looking maid opened the door, still wearing her nightgown. She peered out into the dark, and then downwards, finding the child at her feet. She raised a hand to her mouth, somewhat shocked at what she saw. She knelt down, picking up the child, and carried him inside, calling for the master and mistress of the house, with urgency in her voice.
'Merry Christmas, Ye of strongest Will.' Death said, her words echoing around her, even if no-one but her could hear them.
She turned, and stepped through gates of pure white.
The third day of Wibblemas...
“Now I really am in trouble, aren’t I?” she thought, backing away from Taylor.
It was a really weird day for her, she didn’t know what was happening, or why. Well, she had some ideas, but she had no idea whose idea it was. She expected to be dead, and… well, maybe floating around like a ghost should do, maybe haunt Ryan from time to time by moving pens around his desk. But nothing could have prepared her for that.
“Come on, faster! I have to do this NOW!”
*** about 18 hours earlier, 10:37 ***
Stef woke up with a really weird feeling. She couldn’t really describe it, but it definitely felt strange. Something just felt… wrong! She wasn’t even sure she was awake, for that matter. She tried to open her eyes, but it was dark, really dark. Except for a blinking white something somewhere up left.
She tried to move, to look at the only place she could actually see something, but realized that she didn’t even feel her body. That made her panic; she wanted to run away, to scream, to call for help! She was afraid, she didn’t like to have the “brain in a jar” feeling again, all alone!!!
“Help, somebody!!!”
“About time you woke up. I was thinking I’m the only one left here >_>”
“Oh. Umm.. “
“Expected someone more… real?”
“I.. I don’t know what I expected really. Well, at least not alone now”
“Hmm.. talking to yourself again, aren’t we… At least that didn’t change”
“Very funny. Anyway, any idea where are we? And what’s that blinking light up there? It’s creeping me out”
“I was hoping you’d tell me that, actually…”
Suddenly, the light started to change somehow.. In a couple of seconds, she realized it actually had a shape, something familiar, but she couldn’t really put her finger on it.. It just felt…
“Out of focus?”
Of course! She concentrated a bit on the light and…
“Wtf? A prompt? How the hell did I get in a console?! Did they actually rescue my brain and plug it in a PC?”
“I really doubt that. But then, I don’t have any better explanation”
“Any idea how to type?”
“Do you really think it’s a good idea? You’re in a weird place with no body or anything, and you want to touch something that you have no idea what it is?”
“Say whatever you want. I may be a brain in a jar, but now I’m probably a brain in a jar with internet access. I’m a hacker, so what else would I want? :D”
*** 11:53, Lab 207, Agency Building ***
Jones has almost finished configuring and testing the OS, and was preparing to put the new agent online. He had done it countless times already, and it always felt… plain and boring, totally not as cool as it sounds. But this time, it was different. All the tests ran fine, nothing out of the ordinary. All sensor readings were within expected boundaries, but for the last hour or so, he had a strange feeling that he wasn’t alone. Like someone was watching him.
As always, he turned on all controls and systems at exactly 12:00, sat down, and watched. It was interesting to see how every agent woke up for the first time. Some jerked up, like waking up from a nightmare, others were lazily lying in the lab bed for hours, until his patience ran out and he poked them out of sleep hard enough for them to fall off the bed. It was their fault anyway, so he didn’t feel any remorse.
But for her, it was different. The moment all systems finished loading, and her brain got control of the body, her fingers started twitching. At first he thought something was wrong, he wanted to shut her down, but then he stopped and chuckled: “A hacker, even in deep slumber, eh?”
Immediately she stopped moving, as if she heard him. That was strange. It was still early for her to wake up. She was different from other agents, though, so he couldn’t really expect everything to be the same. “Umm.. Stef, can you hear me?”
Silence was her answer. He waited for a couple of moments, but got no other response from her. He eyed the scanners on his screen, and they told him that she was certainly awake. Impressive. “Stef, it’s me, Jones. I know you’re awake. Are you pretending to be asleep?”
“Maaaaaaybe” she answered, carefully. Like she felt guilty for something.
“What were you just doing? It looked like you were typing.”
“I… I was… I had a dream! I dreamt I was just playing a game on my XboX when you woke me up…” She was getting more confident, as she went on. “I’ve almost won the game, when you woke me up!”
*** 8:17, Enhanced training enclosure B6, Agency building. Next day ***
Last day was weird. She suddenly woke up as an agent, after being put to death… well, some time in the past. She was told it was just a couple of weeks, but it didn’t feel a bit like it. It was just, weird.
Being an agent didn’t feel a lot different than being human though. Apart from having a computer in her head with internet access, she felt normal, like she did before. She was told that for the beginning she will not have any of the advanced features enabled, so the only thing she could do it just browse some websites, but she knew it was much more than that. MUCH more! Probably too much to give to a crazy person like her, but she didn’t voice that out loud. She didn’t have the ability to require either, but that was just until all the testing was done. Or so she was told.
And here she was, at her first training/testing session. She had no idea what would it be, but from the looks of it, it reminded her of her first tests when she joined the agency. “Walking around walls”, and talking to more creatures.
She was confident she could do that again. As long as it didn’t require shooting things. She still didn’t learn to do that properly. Though, if she can get a digital scope in her brain-computer then…
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door behind her clicking open, and she turned expecting to see Ryan only to be greeted by Taylor’s smirk: “Well hello there, little birdy. Ready for some tests?”
He closed the door behind him, and she heard the lock close. She didn’t expect that. She didn’t want him to test her. It couldn’t be good, whatever it was! She started backing away, trying to think of a way out, and it dawned on her: of course!!! She knew what she had to do now, but she needed some time for that. She didn’t have it now, but there was no other choice!
She was trying really hard to do it as fast as she could, and was already in despair when her back touched the wall behind her. There was no place to hide, no place to run. Taylor was slowly closing the distance between them.
“Come on, faster! I have to do this NOW!” she screamed.
***
Taylor stopped, he expected her to scream, but those were not the words he was looking for. Furthermore, she suddenly had something in her hand. It was… it was a small star, made of black shiny metal. One of the shurikens that ninjas used on the TV. She shouldn’t be able to require yet. The room was definitely empty when she got there. Where did she get it from?!
She threw the star at him, but missed by a LOT. “Well, that didn’t change” he thought, and smiled again.
“Oh, right. Aiming. I forgot I need that” she smiled. “Scope on!”
The moment she said that, she had 3 more of the pointy stars in her hand, and she threw them immediately at him. He didn’t even bother dodging them, and looked her in the eyes instead, smiling. Much to his surprise, all three of them hit him in the leg, at approximately the same spot. It was her time to smile, and he didn’t like it.
“How?! You can’t require anything, and you suck at aiming! What the hell?” it wasn’t like him to lose composure, but this was too unexpected. Also the blades had some kind of poison in them. He was sure of it now, it was breaking havoc in his nervous system. He couldn’t think straight anymore.
“Easy! You give a hacked a computer, and a limited account. What do you expect she will do? I’ve planted some backdoors in my brain-computer-thing long before Jones knew I was awake, and even know he’s not really aware of it. I have full control of these powers, and you can’t stop me! :P”
He was furious! He knew this idea was stupid, he warned them it will mess everything up just like last time, but they didn’t believe him. He had to destroy her, before she did anything else! He required a gun, and pointed it at her… but… his hand was empty! He tried to require it again, but nothing happened. He required a knife, a grenade, a hatchet, a bomb, a chair. Nothing!
“What..” he was speechless. He tried to contact Jones, but.. He didn’t.. he.. He felt.. human. No controls, no requirements… he couldn’t do anything! The look of confusion must have shown on his face, because she started laughing. He looked at her, and realized: it was all her. He didn’t know how, but it was her, he was sure of it!
“I can see you feel it now – you’re just a human already. Shocked? Yes, I’d think so. But you probably don’t know it yet – how exactly I managed it. It was easy actually – the shurikens I threw at you have been poisoned. Not with any poison though – it was my own creation. A bio-virus that infects your nervous system, hacks into your brain and shuts everything down that is not “basic human”. You don’t even have your strength anymore!”
With these words, she started moving towards him. He panicked, he didn’t know what to do. He was never this powerless. She lifted a gun, and pointed it at him.
“Goodbye, Taylor”.
BAM!
***
He woke up, breathing heavily, cold sweat on his body, and his heart racing like crazy. He was an agent, he was never afraid, yet… he was scared of a stupid nightmare. He never had nightmares!
This was day 1 since she was awakened, and tomorrow morning was his first stress-testing session. He didn’t feel so confident anymore.
The fifth day of Wibblemas...
“Come in, Kilo-One, Oscar-Charlie wants a sitrep. Over.”
...
“Come in, Kilo-One, do you read me? Over.”
...
“This is Kilo-One, repeat that please. Over.”
“You had us worried here, Kilo-One, Oscar-Charlie wants a sitrep. Over.”
“Minimal Tango resistance, all of Kilo accounted for. No sign of Papa-Tango yet, moving into Charlie-Zulu now. Over.”
“Copy that Kilo-One. Let us know if you see anything... Heads up, Kilo-One, we got you a Christmas present. Over.”
“Haha, oh you shouldn't have, Oscar-Charlie. What is it? Over.”
“Just keep it lit, you'll see. Over and out.”
“Christmas present? OC's growing fond of us.”
“Can it. We still got tangos here.”
Six shapes moved through the refurbished catacombs, the demons had started to get modern all of a sudden. They quietly made it over and around the many mangled forms lying on the ground. Some human, some not.
The Death cults were springing up everywhere these days. Too many teenagers, too many vampire movies.
“Three, take point, Five, check our six.”
“Three, check.”
“Five, check.”
They moved slowly, practiced side steps pushed away spent casings and anything else they might trip or fall on. Barely an hour spent in this place. Russian lettering was everywhere, some were overwritten with demonic symbolism, other rusted so through you could see the bedrock behind the age-old metal.
“One, we got a door up ahead.”
“In the plans?”
“Yep, C-Z's supposed to be behind it.
The six men stopped in front of the old metal door. Demonic signs, and trinkets hanged from nails and screw driven through it. They were all useless. Nothing more but to scare the living daylight out of anyone else.
“Ok, check your gear, manage your mags. “
All the men, except for one staying on guard, his rifle aiming down the path they came. All the rest reloaded their rifles, reloaded rounds from the handful of half-empty magazines into other half-empty magazines. Quick and practiced, they were all ready in five minutes.
“Come in Oscar-Charlie, do you read me? Over.”
“We read you, Kilo-One. Report? Over.”
“Kilo is all set to breach Charlie-Zulu, any more intel? Over.”
“Negatory, Kilo-One. Just try and get Papa-Tango to the open, and say hi to Santa. Over.”
“Hehe, copy that. Over and out.”
One held on to the rusted handle of the door, ready to throw it open. All the rest held their rifles close.
“Breach!”
One threw the door open, the rest five jumped through and in two steps formed a semi-circle fire-line around the door.
They were met with a heavy, rotten smell. The whole room was lit in a sickening, reddish-purple glow. Even through their air filtration units, they could smell the sacrifices.
The room was high, but not very large. Circular, about 50m at the widest. Rusted girders hanged all the way to the top. An age old experimental soviet ICBM missile site. The whole platform, complete with the girders and the ICBM were to raise to ground level before launching.
Their low-light flashlights didn't make things bright just made it better to see with the night vision goggles. Around them were just piles of semi-digested offerings. Memorabilia scattered the floor.
“No visual of Papa-Tango.”
“No shit sherlock.”
“Cut the chatter.”
They whispered. A few hand signs made them look up. Papa-Tango, or Prime Target, hung above them. A twisted collection of muscles, carapace, a pair of leathery wings and eight spidery legs. They heard a hiss from above, an inhuman scream and a few other sound. There were others by the target. Demons and cultists.
“Kilo-One here. Papa-Tango located. Numerous escorts noted.” They all took aim.
“Open fire.”
A twisted form of arms and flesh fell a few feet from them, smoke and bile hissing out of numerous holes in it's side, a young girl followed suit. Their main target grunted and watched as it's followers were slaughtered and screeched as bullets started to impact and crack through it's protective carapace shells.
“Two, Three and Six, ladder to the left.”
Three of the six men ran for the rusted ladder and started climbing as the beast made upwards. As an ancient monster, it was still not used to the new human weapons. Swords and arrows were a thing it knew. Armor piercing Thermate rounds however, were an another matter.
“In position.” The three men reported and opened fire. One, Four and Five made it up the ladder and an another floor. They heard a heavy crack and whining sound as the beast tore and pushed open the rusted blast door, the half a foot thick layer of poured concrete cracking under the force.
The six men made it to the top. The demon looked around them, unsure of what to do. It was cold but it was hot on the inside. The bullets burning deep within it.
“Three and Four, with me, circle to the left. The rest circle right.”
The rounds hit, cracked and sizzled inside the flesh. It screeched and thrashed about. Trying to catch these little beings who were always just a bit too far to grab or swing at.
“Two, paint it up!”
Both One and Two aimed their designators at the beast. Barely visible lines of light bounced back from the thing.
“Oscar-Charlie!”
“Santa's on the way, keep your pants on, Kilo.”
A loud screech sounded in the sky after the Russian accented voice spoke over the coms. A moment of silence was broken when the laser guided bunker-buster cracked through the beasts skull and detonated in a bright fireball.
“WOOO! HAHA!”
“BURN, BITCH!!”
The jubilating calls of Kilo squad filled the coms for moments as the demonic creature fell onto the rim of the silo. Half it's torso raining over the snowy Siberian country-side.
“Pike down, Kilo! Santa, you still there? Over.”
“Ho ho ho, Kilo-One. Merry Christmas. Over.”
One chuckled at the Russian pilot.
“Merry Christma, Santa... Come in Oscar-Charlie, do you read me? Over.”
“We read you, Kilo-One. Ready to come home? Over.”
“That's an affirmative. Over and out.”
One turned to his men. “Ok guys, we need an LZ, Two and Four, get to work.”
“Man oh man, the suits are gonna have a fit if they ever find out how we do things.”
"That's the thing, They AIN'T gonna find out... ever."
The sixth day of Wibblemas...
On a dark, stormy night
On the eve of Christmas
Three children asked
For stuff from St. Nicholas.
The brat with man-boobs
And pimples aplenty
Was asking for sweets:
“Just gimmie some candy!”
From a dark corner
The emo did cry:
“I want my veins
To bleed till I die.”
The brat interjected:
“You are a disgrace!
I’ll give you a razor
If you cut your pee-pee place.”
Back in his room,
The fruitcake was restless.
He had one obsession
Tickling his synapses.
“A new geezer for my freezer,
That is my sole whim.
My granddad’s decomposing
And I need to replace him.”
Christmas morning came
As did gifts along with it:
An old man, a knife
And a nice big sweaty treat.
“Can I borrow your knife
After you’re done with it?
The fridge is kinda small.
I have to make the geezer fit.”
The seventh day of Wibblemas...
Hopefully worth the slight delay. :) Click here.
The ninth day of Wibblemas...
The tenth day of Wibblemas...
"Sir, you need to take a look at this."
Taylor had been signing some papers, when Magnolia had called to his attention. Taylor quickly scanned some highlighted sections, his eyes narrowed and he requested recruit O'Connor's location: elevator going to field floor. He immediately shifted to field floor. After a way too long wait, the elevator doors opened and Magnolia stepped out with a curious look on her face. She had followed Taylor and had expected him to have Curt in his fists by now.
Curt stepped out of the elevator and immediately noticed that this wasn't the field floor at all. Slightly annoyed, he went back towards the elevator.
Taylor scanned Curt's location again. "He's on the tech floor," he said to Magnolia. "I'll be in the gym". He shifted her to the tech floor, then shifted himself to his private gym. Of course, she knew exactly what he meant by that; the task of getting him to Taylor was now hers. As she appeared on the tech floor, she saw Curt in the elevator and called his name, but suddenly the elevator doors closed extremely fast.
The elevator opened and Curt immediately recognized the field floor, even though all lights were out. He turned left towards Ryan's office.
The elevator opened and Mags appeared on the field floor, but all lights were out, except for one corridor. She frowned slightly, but walked into the lighted corridor, turning right.
Curt turned left again and was faced with a brick wall. A dead end? There was definitely something weird going on, he was absolutely sure he wasn't missing his turns. After all, he often went to Ryan's office. He decided to go see Agent Jones about this and turned back towards the elevator. As he walked to the elevator, the lights went back on. He stepped into the open elevator and after a while, stepped out onto the tech floor. He walked towards Jones' office and suddenly stopped as he saw hanging mistletoe above him. He had just enough time to see a wall coming towards him and kiss his face.
Screen and Yuki went from giggling to O_O in a fraction of a second. They looked at each other in wonder, and then with excitement.
"Screen, you watch the boy, I'm getting Jonesy, he has got to see this!" Yuki said excitedly, and was already running away as she was completing the sentence. Merlin had given them the most awesomest idea to hang mistletoe and see what happens, but this wasn't at all what they had expected -- and she wondered if Merlin had expected this.
She went to the boy and started slapping his face to wake him up and tell him the awesome news of what happened, but then Magnolia appeared.
Curt woke up with a bang on back of his head, and saw Magnolia dragging him by his left foot towards the elevator.
"You are being summoned." she said dryly. Of course he knew right away who had summoned him. As she went into the elevator, it snapped shut before her hand -- holding the foot she was dragging Curt by -- was inside. Mags promptly dropped Curt's foot and pulled in her arm in a reflex and not a moment too soon.
Curt watched Mags' puzzled expression as the elevator doors closed, stood up, rubbed the back of his head and walked back towards the spot of his "accident". As he approached it, Agent Jones and a bunch of recruits were there handling some complicated equipment.
"Don't come closer, there's something wrong with the building code, " Jones said, "in fact it may be better for you to go to your room. Screen, you go with him and look after him, OK?"
The recruit opened her mouth, but Jones immediately replied to the unasked question: "Yes, you have to." With that, he shifted them both to Curt's room.
A little while later, Taylor and a bloodied Magnolia shifted right before Jones. Immediately some of the techies started gniffling, as obliviously, they had shifted right on the spot below the mistletoe. Jones, however, shifted Magnolia to the Parker twins.
"Somehow this is all your doing, I know it!" Taylor shouted at him. "I don't know how yet, but when I find out, it won't be pretty!" Before Jones could say anything, Taylor had already shifted away to his chambers. Jones looked at Yuki, shrugged and went back to work.